"I did not chose to become this way."
Why would I? Everyone is staring at me. Backing off from me.
They are afraid of me.
"Why" is what I always have wondered.
I don't look that hideous.
"I did not chose to become this way."

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"They see me as a monster."
I've been called many things. Mostly names beginning with "were". Or being called a vampire because of my eyes and teeth.
I've had so many wooden stakes in my mouth I got used to it. All because my hands were always full.
Now I can't go a day without some wood to chew on.
As I do, I do what my weapons allow to do.
"They see me as a monster."

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"Memories of my past haunt me."
My weapons have become my best and only friends.
They hold emotional value for me, though most of that emotion has faded away over time.
PHANTOM with MARK underneath it is written on my biggest gun.
A reminder of who I am... but never will become again.
"Memories of my past haunt me"

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"A friendly reminder is deadly."
Mark was my only friend. I knew it, he knew it when we first saw each other.
Instant connection; a tight friendship was born.
Even when where we thought we were welcome and safe turned on us.. even when he went blind and I went insane, we stuck together.
But it was mostly him, that kept reminding me of who I was. "No Psycho, but Phantom" he said.
"A friendly reminder is deadly."

~

"No how, No why, No where."
Mark never changed. Eyesight gone, two revolvers and but behaved no different.
Till the end our friendship lasted; till he sacrificed himself for me. I could live on... not him.
I know how he was killed. Those who made this happen are already dead.
Avenging him or fighting in his name serves zero purpose.
"No how, No why, No where."

~

"I don't belong where I feel I belong."
Society has kicked me out when I got back to the "real world". I was ready to reintegrate, but they kicked me out.
I scavenge the streets and look for jobs that involve me turning off someone's light. One-time assassinations.
BANG!
Another paycheck, another passed day.
"I don't belong where I feel I belong."

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"Another day to be passed."
I just sit on a couch in a cabin in the ruins of some collapsed mine.
Boring myself to death till my phone rings.
And it does. It seems I have another job.
Some chick named Krystal had her boyfriend go haywire and he went missing. My job is track him down.
"Another day to be passed."

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"Better be important."

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Made that little story just of the top of my head. X3

The picture is created by and it's mind-blowing. I can't thank her enough that she worked on this despite her moving to the Netherlands (YAY).